04/09/2023
So Friday was a big day here at the cattle ranch. We weaned two groups of fall calves, which are in the top photo, eating like they didn’t miss their mamas AT ALL! Even though they were separated only about two hours earlier!
I took the bottom photo this morning, which shows some of the mamas looking for their babies, including a bunch of heifers just separated from their first ever calf.
So weaning day went pretty smoothly—only had one rodeo, which ended up unsuccessful. This particular gate-shy heifer calf went through the fence at three, yes THREE! different spots, rather than go out the gate with the other calves and cows. After the third fence escape, I gave up. (She was headed for town, already past the top of the first hill.) First attempt: calf 1, Patti 0.
Fortunately Will had cleaned out the air filter on the Gator a couple weeks ago, which kept me in the game as I was trying to get in front of the calf in various places in the pasture. Ahem…like all over the pasture. At one point, it dawned on me that the Gator was running pretty darn good, and I might want to tone it down a little bit…after I cut her off this time!
Later on, somebody mentioned that they kept seeing one wheel airborne as I was bouncing the Gator across the pasture. And no one really wanted to ride with me driving the Gator after that…I just don’t understand why…
I have to say, I am grateful for the team of neighbors who helped me with this project yesterday! You guys are the best!
And I am grateful to God for giving me another chance to take care of our cattle! Hope is an amazing thing and God is blessing me with lots of hope these days! However long it is that I can still do this—raise cattle—doesn’t really matter. I am a cattle rancher today, and I will also be one tomorrow, God willing.
What a change this is from a year ago, when I had resigned myself to the fact that metastatic breast cancer had taken me out of the hands-on cattle business. I thought I would never be out, chasing calves with the Gator or sorting calves from their mamas or feeding hay all winter long…but all of these things and many more have happened these past five months.
I try to tell my doctors how good I feel these days, by telling them that I am taking care of our cattle again. Without pain medication, which is amazingly better than the last couple of years I was trying to take care of the cattle. (Advil was my almost daily friend back then, before I knew my back pain was from metastasized breast cancer.)
And let me be clear—I have had A LOT of help since taking over the daily, hands-on cattle operation in mid-November. This has definitely not been a one-person show. Neighbors have covered for me during my scan and infusion trips to St. Louis, as well as the days afterwards, when the chemo was knocking me down and keeping me home-bound.
Now, as I am looking forward to the upcoming start of Cycle 10 on Enhertu, I have a better idea about how to deal with the chemo side effects and minimize those down days after infusion. Which lets me keep on doing what I can to take care of the cattle, because they are taking care of me.